The beautiful nandinas I cut back were flourishing. But the clover that had grown up around them detracted from my art work. Pulling the clover, and other unwanted greenery, out I discovered an unexpected surprise hidden underneath.
It makes me wonder. What am I missing in my life that I might see if I paused to take a closer look? For instance, when an acquaintance says something so out of character I need to pause and ask, “Where did that come from?”